Waiting 15. 12. 11

Анна Косогова
Waiting
is the only way to spend my time
Waiting
till the moment I can call you mine.
Waiting
in the silence that you left behind.
Melting
in the darkness that makes me feel blind.
Breaking
Into pieces when you’re not around.
Waiting,
Falling with the raindrops on the ground.
Waiting
till you come and breathe life into me.
Waiting for you
to unchain my wings and set me free.
Waiting,
Counting every minute without you.
Waiting...
I am waiting...
What else can I do?